#imagine what's possible when you play with a team that never held you to any standard but your own

[flaticeball]

it isn’t the storm that makes the ocean dangerous.

[mapiforpresident]

Baby Fever

Mapi x reader

warnings: none

I know this is not very good, but feel free to send in some requests!!

The Camp Nou stadium buzzed with the intense energy of the crowd as FC Barcelona's women's team emerged victorious from yet another thrilling match.

You and Mapi had been dating for over half a year now and you couldn't be more in love. You just fit together and you can't imagine a future without her. You finally just moved in together a couple weeks ago after Mapi finally worked up the courage to ask you, with some pushing from Ale.

As the final whistle blew ending the match you just played and the team made their way off the pitch, Mapi couldn't help but notice the way your eyes lit up when you spotted a baby being held by its parents in the stands. A tender smile graced your lips as you waved at the little one and went to go take a picture with the adorable baby in a little Barcelona jersey.

It was a sight that Mapi found both endearing and unexpected. She had never really thought about having children herself, focused as she was on her career and the demanding schedule of a professional athlete. But seeing your interaction with the baby stirred something within her—a longing she hadn't realized she harbored.

Later, in the locker room, as Mapi took off her boots, Alexia and Patri noticed the wistful expression on her face.

"What's on your mind, Mapi?" Ale asked with a knowing grin, nudging Mapi playfully.

"Yeah, you've been staring off into space since the game ended," Patri chimed in, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Mapi shook her head, trying to shake off the sudden surge of emotions. "It's nothing, just... something I saw in the stands," she replied vaguely, not wanting to delve into the complexities of her newfound feelings.

But her teammates weren't about to let it go that easily. They exchanged knowing looks before Alexia leaned in closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "Did someone catch a case of baby fever, Mapi?" she teased, her tone laced with amusement.

Mapi's cheeks flushed crimson, betraying her embarrassment. "Stop it, you two," she muttered, though there was no real heat behind her words. She knew they meant well even if they constantly teased her and told her how whipped she was for you..

As the team filed out of the locker room and headed towards the parking lot, Mapi found herself walking alongside you, your fingers laced together perfectly. The silence between them was comfortable, but Mapi couldn't shake the question that had been lingering in her mind since she saw you with the baby.

Finally, unable to contain her curiosity any longer, Mapi cleared her throat, stealing a glance at you. "Hey, y/n... Can I ask you something?"

You turned to her, her expression soft and attentive. "Of course, Mapi. What's on your mind?"

Mapi took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before plunging ahead. "Do you... Do you ever think about having kids? In the future, I mean."

The question hung in the air between them, laden with implications and possibilities. Mapi held her breath, waiting anxiously for your response, her heart pounding in her chest.

Your eyes widened in surprise before a gentle smile spread across your face, illuminating your features with warmth and affection. "Yeah, Maps," you said softly, reaching out to intertwine your fingers once again. "I think about it all the time, and I can't wait to have a mini Mapi running around one day."

[ficjoelispunk]

Ch 04 - ATTACK

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Author's Note: Guys, I'm sorry for any grammatical errors, don't give up on me, translating is not easy, but I did my best. Correct me as much as you can. Thanks.

That was a mistake. That was a mistake. That was a mistake. That was a mistake.

Your head was looping. Maybe if you repeated it enough times, you would believe it.

But the truth is, you could never forget that kiss. Javier's lips in yours. The way he held you. The way he kissed you, as if you were something he needed. As if you were something he wanted.

Oh, God.

His smell on your clothes was something very dangerous for your brain. And you were completely wet. Your clit sore. You were tight around nothing. Needing it. In need of something. But you convinced yourself not to touch yourself, thinking of Javier Peña, with the excuse that this would not fortify your crazy feelings for him.

Bullshit.

How would you work the next morning, in the same environment as this man? You would burn.

Idiot.

That was the effect he had on women. And that was the effect you had avoided for years working in the department. How can you surrender to something so carnal?!

***

Luckily, the sector was full of work. The connections with complaints began to have pranks. What was terrible. But there were also reliable complaints. So the agents were busy in the tactical, on the streets. Checking the clues.

But your joy was fleeting.

"I need a favor" Peña was next to your table, serious and closed.

You jumped out of your chair in a fright. Closing your eyes.

Your stomach froze. Okay, a favor, which favor? Rub my needy body in yours as if I were desperate for sex?

But oddly enough, Javier was so inexpressive that you came to think that the episode in the archive room could have been a dream.

You blinked, thinking, it even seems that a kiss would make Javier Peña present some kind of feeling. It was surprising that he didn't play cash notes at you after the kiss.

Like, hey, don't worry, take your payment here.

You scratched your nose.

"Ok..." You smashed your eyes, wetting your lips, waiting for the continuation.

"We received a complaint about a possible location of La Quica, but I can't ask the Colonel to release us a team, to check a place just because they bought a toilet like the one Escobar used in La Catedral"

"A toilet?" You blinked at him.

"I need the request to reach Centra Spike for the plane to fly over the area to see if we can capture any listening, and confirm some location.”

"A listening, about a toilet?" You looked at him over his eyelashes.

He snorted, and looked away from you.

"Do you need an authorization for a listening on a toilet?" You couldn't help the smile on your face.

Javier looked at you with his eyes fixed, nervous. The way he's always been with you.

And here we go.

There was Agent Peña you knew. Insolent. That's what you wanted to think. But you could only see how nervous he was. And it was hard, because you felt comfortable dealing with the asshole, not with this man full of feelings.

"Sorry, I don't know if..."

"It's very important!" He leaned over your desk.

"Everything is very important"

"I don't have time for jokes"

"I'm not kidding, I'm working, who needs a listener to a toilet is you, not me"

"It’s. Important." He said slowly "you know what La Quica represents, don't be stupid"

You are shocked.

"Don't be stupid, taking your frustrations out on me"

"Sorry... I... really didn't want to..." he closed his eyes, after listening and scaling what he himself just said to you.

Honesty. Did Javier Peña have anything but horniness inside him? That was new.

"I imagine it is. I really imagine. But I can't release another request for you urgently, when you left here a few days ago, with a team and found a doll with the President's face."

He closed his eyes. And took a deep breath. Lowering his head. Disappointed with himself.

"Sorry" you said in a lower tone.

"I really need this requirement, shit" he hit lightly on your table, speaking more to himself, than to you. It was a thought out loud. Visibly exhausted, in this dog and cat hunt.

He walked away from your desk. Running your hands over your face.

You pulled the air through your mouth, to speak. But he hesitated. He roused his lips.

He looked at you, his eyes sad and tired. In the end he knew you were pondering correctly. Javier and Murphy were aware that the latest events were not favoring both of them.

"Go to Centra Spike, I'll send the application"

He paused processing, then grew at least 10 centimeters recovering his posture with his speech. And taking steps backwards while maintaining eye contact with you. He seemed a little discredited that you would help him.

Javier stopped halfway.

Then he returned to your desk in a hurry, leaned over to reach your gaze that was already on the typewriter filling out the form. You looked at him.

"Thank you," he murmured.

You nodded.

"Go" you murmured.

Sh it.

You would need to do a self-analysis. If what happened last night was affecting your judgment. This could interfere with an entire operation.

What were you talking about? It was just a kiss. For God's sake. Pull yourself together.

***

Well, with you receiving the Ambassador's demands, you could hear the listening. After all, you needed to register them to send them to Bogotá.

So basically listening to the toilet, led the agents to an address, which was possibly the place where Pablo Escobar was living with his family.

Nice toilet, isn't it?

You, Agent Murphy, Agent Peña and Messina, evaluated the satellite photo of the place where the wiretaps were captured.

"Which of the sites has access from the east and west?" Messina asked.

Murphy indicated in the image.

"It's big and luxurious, it has access on both sides, it could only be that, it's Escobar's style," Peña added.

"We can attack from both sides," Murphy suggested.

"What about Pinzón?" Peña asked if directing to you "we need vehicles and agents"

You nodded.

"Leave Pinzón with me."

Murphy and Peña looked at each other.

You half closed your eyes to them, angry at the doubt of your ability passing through their small brains.

Peña shrugged. And you left.

In cases like this, you could ignore some protocols, and go straight to the source. Instead of filling out application forms and waiting for them to be evaluated, you went directly to talk to Colonel Pinzón.

"I'm not going to release any men for you, your agents captured President George Bush the last time they left with my team"

"They were based on complaints, this time we have listening to Velasco's voice," you explained calmly.

"You think my men work for you, and your American agents, but the reality is that I say how we can work together, they are different things. I'm not going to release any operation. You need to pay attention to your forms"

You wanted to assault this little colonel of the fifth category. But you knew that the humiliation could be much greater, in other ways.

You already knew what to do.

Unfortunately, your way back to his table had to go through Agents Murphy and Peña.

"What did he say?" Peña asked, following your walk with your eyes, as soon as you pointed in the hallway.

"He said no," you replied without looking at him and kept walking.

Murphy and Peña looked at each other. And they snorted.

"I knew it" Murphy threw a briefcase on the table "With this pretty little face, and this sweet voice, she will never achieve anything with these colonels, the Ambassador is crazy leaving this keychain taking care of things around here, we are fucked."

Peña didn't say anything, and frowned at his partner. He knew that your quick mouth wasn't just to provoke him. You were competent enough. He needed to trust you.

"Give her a chance," Penha murmured to Murphy who rolled his eyes.

Everyone works for someone. That was your reasoning.

So you called your boss Crosby. And Crosby called President Gaviria. And in less than 15 minutes, Colonel Pinzón was kissing the canvas without you having to move a muscle against his ugly face.

Javier tried to contain his smile when you arrived with the news, but he was too proud of you to contain himself.

Murphy and he left for the preparations for the operation.

Before passing by you, he stopped.

"Good job." He murmured.

"I do my best." You murmured.

And they left.

You were confident. Waiting. Aflita. Writhing for not receiving any call from the radio informing. Were they in prison at that moment? Could it be that at that moment a war had started?

You walked from one side to the other. I couldn't sleep until they came back.

When they returned. From their face, you knew it hadn't been this time.

You sighed.

You saw Peña, Murphy and Messina disappointed from afar. You decided that it was not a good time for questions.

Peña's eyes found your from afar, you could know everything he would like to say just by looking.

It wasn't this time, and now it's going to be much worse.

That's what his eyes said. In all these years following this persecution against Pablo, you knew that every time they were close, and failed, the next chapter would be worse. You were still in the city of Escobar. That thought shuddered you. You swallowed it dry.

He looked away. And you nodded.

***

And there it was.

Your sixth sense has never failed. And Pablo Escobar was predictable.

A few days after the operation. A move outside the Academy made the whole department run out.

Cars with injured police officers wouldn't stop arriving. Cops shot. Others without an arm. No leg. Concrete dust ash.

We suffered an attack.

You were walking in the middle of at least 40 wounded. Your eyes are wide. Your body was shaking. Your stomach chewed you. You felt like throwing up. With the nervousness, anxiety and that whole scene before your eyes.

All this because you requested an operation in the dead of night for Pablo Escobar's house, which was failed, between Pablo's attempts at negotiations and the politicians.

You used to hear people screaming. Helicopters landing. Ambulance sirens. It seemed like you were going to faint as you circled around yourself looking at that whole war scene.

Javier held your arms, stopping you. You jumped in a fright.

"All right, it's me," he said looking into his eyes.

You blinked desperately, while your body trembled.

"C’mon, let's get you out of here," he ran his arm over your shoulder, and was guiding you in. "It's going to be okay," he murmured repeatedly in his ear.

Javier knew there was no place for you there. You would never be prepared for a field scene like this. His place was inside the office, solving bureaucracy and dealing with politicians.

You came in, and Javier took you to a quiet room, he closed the door behind you, and dragged a chair for you.

"It's my fault" you spoke with your eyes glazed in nothing, your hands restless, as you sat down.

"Stop this” he shook his head.

"All these men..." you swallowed it dry, "it's my fault"

"It's not your fault. Look at me" Javier crouched in front of him holding his face in his hands.

You didn't have the opportunity to talk so that he could tell you how the operation had been. They themselves reported together with Colonel Pinzón, to Crosby, and you also did not go after him after starting side conversations on the subject.

"Pinzón faltered, and acted like an amateur, he could arrive quietly, but he missed turning on the sirens so that everyone knew we were coming. Pablo saw it, and had time to run away. You did an excellent job. You got everything we needed," he added.

"And then everyone died" his voice failed.

Javier's eyes danced through his face.

How would Javier explain to you and your sweet heart that that was not great things and you were exaggerating without hurting your feelings and seeming that he had already seen and killed so many people that he could no longer sympathize?

"Look at me" he pulled his face at him.

You looked. And the comfort that his touch brought to you, made your eyes water.

Ok. Ok. Don't cry. Don't cry in front of the DEA agent who has no heart and will find you emotionally unstable.

"Escobar kills about 400 police officers a year, all fucking year, this is not your fault, it's Pinzón's attitude, are you listening to me?"

You nodded to him, your eyes wet.

"It's not your fault," he repeated.

You nodded again.

But what crossed your mind was that you would be fired by the end of the day at the latest. You breathed irregularly. Your body was out of control. You had spasms and chills.

"You're in shock. I'll get you some water" Peña got up, and left.

And you allowed yourself to cry. Alone, until he came back.

You silently thanked him for being there with you, and getting you out of the middle of all that. You couldn't stand that. It wasn't part of your job. Things were going in a way that you didn't have much control over.

But Javier Peña gave you some kind of security and comfort. It had been a few years since you worked together, and between slaps and now kisses, ok one kiss, you could say that he was the closest to a "colleague" you had within this sector in years.

You were surrendering to the enemy. But looking at it closely, he no longer looked like the enemy. Somehow, at some point when you don't know exactly which one, something has changed. You were having access to another Agent Peña, one you hadn't known. That it wasn't exactly like your co-workers' description, and that it didn't fit the hateful profile you had created of him.

Something was changing.

[averagewriter-inthedark]

My Little Tech Wiz 🛠 | Peter Hale Headcanon

Link to my Teen Wolf Masterlist

Requested 📨 yes/no (rules for requests)

This going slightly off of canon because I’m erasing the fact Peter teamed up with Kate in S4. Basically imagine he forgone those plans because he realized you were worth more than petty vengence.

Being Stiles’ genius cousin who likes to invent gadgets and is romantically involved with Peter would look like:

Picture this: you’re Stiles’s older cousin and like he is an excellent detective, you are a genius inventor. Ever since you could pick things up with your hands you’ve been drawn to creating new things. Play-do, Legos, craft materials. That’s all you wanted to play with as a child because you could build and create different things from them. As you got older you had a keen for math and physics to the point where teachers were telling your parents to have you IQ tested. When you eventually did do the test, it came back you were a literal genius. Shortly after your parents built you a workshop in the storage shed they never used—you basically lived in your backyard because you were there every moment of free time you had. Only downside is your parents forbid you from putting a bed, kitchenette, and installing a bathroom—because then you would actually move out there.

While Beacon Hills was your home, you couldn’t say no to the opportunity of a lifetime when MIT offered you a full ride to their program. Double majoring in Physics & Mechanical Engineering, you graduated MIT at 21 years old, and went on to complete your Master’s and PhD just after you’re 25th birthday. The next six years you stayed on the east coast dedicated to scientific research and creating your own inventions while also teaching at MIT.

Quickly you became known in the field—considering you developed an Artificial intelligence robot named Pluto as part of your dissertation who operated on its own and looked like a real-life version of WALL-E. He was your little buddy and helped you in the workshop and office. “Y—Y/n…” “Yes you’re right—there’s something missing in the equation.”

What brought you back to Beacon Hills was a frantic call from Stiles’ father, your uncle, Noah. Though you & Stiles had quite the age gap between you—roughly fifteen years—he was always looked up to you and was fascinated by your inventions. He was only a small child when you left for college, but when his family would visit yours he was like your little shadow. Always asking questions and wanting to help you. So when Noah calls in evident distress saying Stiles was admitted to the Eichen House and he may have FTD you were on the first plane out to California. When you arrived Noah brought you back to the house and briefly explained to you the situation—leaving out the tiny fact it was possibly a dark fox spirit possessing the teenager.

You were pretty oblivious to a lot of weird things in Beacon Hills, however, you always had that deep intuition that something was going on. As long as it didn’t directly affect you, you tended to turn a blind eye to stuff that looked odd or didn’t have a clear explanation for why it happened. So when Stiles was void and interacted with you there was nothing that made you assume it wasn’t him. You literally went about your conversations with him like it was any other day. It wasn’t until you witnessed the Nogitsune split from Stiles in Scott’s living room that you audibly yelled, “What the fuck?!” Which had everyone, especially Stiles, shitting themselves because 1: most of them had no idea you were there, 2: most didn’t know who you were, and 3: you just saw something you shouldn’t have and they couldn’t lie about it.

That was where you first met Peter. In the middle of Scott’s living room as he held down Stiles, who was covered head-to-toe in gauze, on the couch. With your jaw dropped and staring wide eyed like you just witnessed the second coming of Jesus. You couldn’t even appreciate the hunk openly checking you out because you were too flabbergasted with what had happened. “I knew this town had weird shit going on—b-but my cousin throwing up himself was not what I had in mind!” Melissa was quick to usher everyone out while Stiles—the real one—and Scott did their best to explain in less than two minutes before they had to haul ass to find Lydia and Void Stiles.

When everything calms down and seems to be going back to normal, you end up deciding to move back to Beacon Hills. You’re research was independent so there was no need to stay at MIT for funding—plus you made enough throughout the year by doing seminars and being a field expert that you could make do with setting up shop back home and focus on your inventions. Purchasing your own two-story loft penthouse, the first floor was the actual living space whereas the entire second floor was your workshop. Stiles loved visiting you, and whenever he needed to hide something from his dad you were the first person he went to.

One day you were working on your newest project, mask on and blowtorch in hand, when the pack (plus Peter) walked in. All of them were pretty much in awe of your workshop—in disbelief by the holograms and robots around them. Little Pluto scurried past them on a mission to retrieve a part you needed, everyone minus Stiles watching in wonder. Their arrival surprised you, a audible yelp leaving your mouth when Stiles came up behind you—only for him to yelp as well when you nearly took his face off with the blowtorch. “Hey! Hey! Watch it!” “You know better than to sneak up on me like that Stiles! You remember what happened to Uncle Larry when he did?” The pack stated their business, which was the Deadpool situation and wanted to know if you could potentially trace the location given your system was very advanced.

After telling them it may take a while with the little information they currently had (and they were going to be late for class since it was their lunch hour they had used to come see you) everyone except Peter and Derek left with the two Hale’s saying they’d wait in case something were to pop up. It gave Peter the perfect excuse to try and talk to you—-and if we’re being honest it was likely for malicious intents in the beginning. Mostly it was to see what benefits you’d bring him by befriending you and how your creations could be used against the pack.

So yeah, Peter didn’t have the best intentions when he first started talking to you, but that disappeared within the first day of knowing you. It started when he felt a tug on his plant leg, glancing down to see Pluto gazing up at him. “Peteeeer.” “Uhhh—.” “He’s asking if you’d like something to drink.” “Him? You…you can understand him?” “Of course I can. He’s my child.” That sparked a conversation lasting several hours to the point he forget why he was even there in the first place. Also he couldn’t help but find it attractive when you corrected him after he addressed you as Mr./Ms. Stilinksi in a playful manner and you went, “Uh it’s Doctor to you, buddy.”

When y’all officially started dating the pack was not happy about it—especially your uncle and Stiles. The rest of the pack had taken a liking to you rather quickly and they knew how Peter was, so you can imagine they were worried. “He has literally murdered people, Y/n. Not by accident—premeditated murder.” “Did they deserve it?” “I-Uh I guess—in his eyes yes. Some of it was because they started something with him.” “Then I don’t see the issue then—.” “Are you serious?!”

As an official member of the pack, you design and create gadgets, weapons, and tools for them. For example, you’re the one who created Kira’s retractable Katana belt. She was in absolute awe when you unveiled it to her, “This is so cool!” “And wanna know the best part? It can get through metal detectors.” After discovering Parrish’s nature, you made it your mission to make a special custom uniform made out of a very rare and expensive fire retardant fabric you created. “This way you’re not burning off all your clothes every time you catch fire.”

Peter loved watching you work. And he could listen to you talk about mechanics and physics for hours. He had a special seat that was close to you but not in your way and would watch in admiration as you rushed to map out equations and blueprints. Expect him to bring you a Red Bull, coffee, lunch and even dinner on days your extra busy. That usually was when you had a deadline to meet, so Peter was also a voice of reason by telling you take breaks, stay hydrated and get plenty of sleep. “You’re going to burn yourself out, sweetheart. And if you do that then mistakes happen.” “I know but I’m so close to finishing this—.” “And tomorrow is the perfect time to get that done. So let’s sit, eat, put on a movie and then sleep the night away.”

Oh y’all’s first kiss happened when you were rambling. It was either you confessing your feelings to him or going off about how your work’s been stressing you out when Peter cuts you off mid sentence by pressing his mouth to yours. He’d been waiting what felt like forever to kiss you, and you were just so adorable in your rambling he couldn’t help himself. And boy does he love kissing you—he can’t get enough of it. Only thing is Pluto will tug on y’all’s pant leg to interrupt when he needs your attention on something. And the little robot is just too cute even Peter can’t get upset at him.

If you get hurt due to a malfunction Peter is there to take your pain even if its small or rush you to the emergency room if its bad. “Peter, we could’ve handled this at home.” “You nearly severed your finger off, Y/n…..” There is always a sense of worry in Peter when you’re working on something big. After an accident that caused a mini explosion in your workshop when he wasn’t there has left Peter stressing that he’s gonna walk into your place on fire. He’s not the only one in his worries, Stiles and your uncle end up forming a ‘civilized relationship’ with the beta when it comes to making sure you’re in one piece.

Eventually the werewolf learns to communicate with your robots. Really Pluto is the one he understands the best—and the little guy is his favorite of the bunch. “Peeeeteer.” “I thought you said roses were their favorite?” “Peterrrr.” “Oh well then, sorry for misunderstanding. But roses and daisies are two different types—I thought you were supposed to be the most intelligent thing on the planet?” “Peter!” “I’m sorry, that was out of line.”

Malia really likes you. Even after her and Stiles break up you two remain close. In fact she comes to you for advice often—not just about boy or pack troubles but also about her relationship with Peter. It pleases her to know he’s genuine in his affections towards you, considering love and caring nature is not a side any of them ever see. Only you get to see that side of him, but on rare occasions when Malia is present she’s witnessed the soft side of her father. Like when assists you on holding a part while you screw it in place or take a tissue to wipe the food on the corner of your mouth. “He was never like that before he met you. From what Stiles and Scott have said, he was practically a menace to society.” “Oh I can assure you he still is…just a lovable one when I’m nearby.” “Stop talking about me. I’m literally right here.”

Peter is very protective of you. He’s the type of boyfriend who’s like, “who did this to you?” Or “touch them, you die.” This is pretty much how the pack realized he was serious about his feelings for you because when Theo targeted you as a way to hurt the pack, Peter about ripped him to shreds until Scott pulled him away. “You got lucky,” he spits at the boy, “there won’t be a next time. Touch them again—no you so much as breathe in their direction and I will rip your throat out with my teeth.” That night ended with the man snuggling against you on your bed, promising to never let anything bad happen to you.

“You might be the big bad wolf, but you’ve got a heart in you, Peter Hale.” “Don’t be fooled, my little tech wiz. That heart is reserved only for you.”

[pastanest]

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Spencer Reid x she/her!reader

Moonlight

Waking to the immediate reassurance of Spencer in your arms is something that you’ve grown accustomed to, but have never taken for granted. Usually, his head would be on your chest or in your neck, with his body half over yours, but for the past few months that hadnt been possible. Instead, he sleeps further down the bed at his own preference, his head permanently resting beside your stomach as he slept soundly, one of his arms wrapped around you as you cradled his head, your fingers playing with his hair even after you had both fallen asleep.

More often than not, what wakes you is the gentle kiss that Spencer places on the side of your stomach every morning. Your eyes flutter open, welcoming the sight of his already beaming smile as he cups your face and kisses you, before pulling away to say “Another morning with the love of my life, how did I get so lucky?” in whatever way he saw fit. Most mornings he would say it, but on others he would so overcome with emotion that he couldnt find the words, and he would simply stare at you with adoration in his eyes, tracing his fingertips over the lines of your face, unable to comprehend the beauty that laid before him.

Every look, every touch, makes me wanna give you my heart.

And every morning, without fail, you are reminded of exactly where your heart has found solace. Because prior to even opening your eyes, you have gifted your heart to him all over again.

No matter when it is that you hold him, whether it be morning, afternoon, evening or twilight, you remember the first time you ever held him this way. You had been on your allocated holiday, two weeks away from work with which you could spend however you wanted. Naturally, the team pestered you with questions of where you would go on your holiday, and you refused to answer any of them, because for a while you just wanted to be away from everything, living the bliss of alone time. You told Spencer the truth though, of course. He had been respectful enough not to ask where you were going, he didnt want to impose, which meant you had to find a way to casually drop it into conversation.

“Im not going anywhere, y’know.” You blurted out as you cleared your desk, coincidentally situated right beside his.

Spencer frowned in confusion.

You continued “For my holiday, Im not going anywhere. Im just gonna stay in my apartment, probably binging every episode of Doctor Who.”

He smiled at this “Why are you telling me the secret you’ve chosen to keep from everyone else?”

Because Im in love with you.

“Because...I feel like you’re the only one that wont make fun of me for turning my holiday into the one thing I want most: to be locked away in my own apartment.”

Spencer chuckled and wished you a wonderful holiday, then the conversation was over. Despite it being what you thought was completely useless information, it made you feel good to have a secret that only Spencer knew, no matter how pitiful that secret was. You never imagined that it would lead to him arriving at your door a week later, after a particularly harrowing case, and immediately crumbling when he saw you. The man you loved more than anything broke in front of you. Without hesitation, you pulled him into your arms and kicked your door shut. Neither of you said anything as you led him into your bedroom, you knew it was a completely non-sexual situation. You laid down and pulled him on top of you, playing with his hair and shushing him quietly, reassuring him in comforting whispers, but not asking him to talk about what had hurt him so much. You awoke in that position, with Spencer on you, both of you fully clothed, and you smiled down at him as you gently caressed his cheek.

‘Cause I never knew, I never knew, you could hold moonlight in your hands, ‘til the night I held you.

How odd it felt, and continues to feel, to hold such a uniquely beautiful light as dawn breaks; a time when nobody else is looking for it, so you alone cherish the light in secret. It’s a pity that people cant look past the daylight to see the moon that remains behind it, but he wouldnt wish for anyone to, apart from you.

You rest your head on Spencer’s shoulder, accepting the guilt of not being able to pay attention to the film playing on the television in front of both of you, because you’re cuddled up on his lap. Feeling his hand move, you glance down, to see him subconsciously running his thumb over your stomach, the rest of his hand remaining still under yours. The light from the television catches in the jewels of your engagement ring, and reflect off of the wedding ring that sits beside it on your finger. You smile, feeling a sudden wave of emotion wash over you, swallowing you completely as your chin begins to wobble and tears fill your eyes. The moment Spencer hears you sniffle, his eyes are searching your face, and his arms are pulling you closer.

“What’s wrong? What did you think about? Did you see a dog today? Are you craving something? Do you-”

You shake your head at him and he immediately stops listing all of the many possible reasons you could be crying, thinking you’re going to answer him. Instead, you tearfully lift his hand and bring it to your lips.

I kiss his fingertips as I'm wishing he's all mine.

Moving his hand slightly, you nuzzle into his palm.

“Just want you, forever.” You mumble, and you watch as tears enter his own eyes.

“And you’ll have me, forever.” Spencer answers, his voice hoarse with emotion as he cups your face in his hands and leans in to capture your lips with his.

You are my moonlight.

But the moon doesnt know how to light up on its own, it seeks the assistance of another ethereal being. And to Spencer, there you are.

You disagree, because the sun is so much more powerful than the moon, it can stay alight all on its own, and that is not how you see yourself.

As he stands a few feet behind you in the doorway, watching you examine your reflection in the mirror as you stand at different angles, he sees everything he could possibly have dreamed of, and so much more. He approaches you from behind as you continue to judge whether or not this dress makes you look like a tent from the stomach downwards, and his arms wrap around your waist effortlessly, proving to you without words that you havent expanded beyond human possibility, as difficult as that is for you to believe every time you catch sight of your reflection. He rests his head on top of yours, places a kiss there, and then looks into the mirror, straight at you.

The way he looks at you, the eyes that are hypnotised by nothing but love whenever they glance in your general direction or at the mention of your name, it is reciprocated. Holding you, treasuring you, loving you, in the same way you do to him. You need someone to ignite you as bright as you possibly can, just like Spencer. And to you, there he is. You are one and the same. Could it be?

He calls me ‘Moonlight’ too.

[sukunasun]

dont imagine jjk men as footballers 🥵

...don't think about my one true fantasy?

geto who plays with grace, with style, and little bit of chaos. who's so tactile in his approach, isn't afraid to get up close. dribbling with feet so quick as he thinks ten steps ahead of everyone, and sets up these perfect assists, serving goals on a silver platter for gojo. so ruthless and intelligent, with force and agility, he's passing and breaking through a team's flaws, seeing it all. too much space here, no one’s tracking them there. tearing through defenses with such ease it’s almost embarrassing. an opposing player who's brought down by a nasty tackle looks up at him and sees the face of a man who isn't sorry. wholly contemptuous, a tad bit mean, smug, still, geto reaches out a hand to help him on his feet, "eyes up, not on the ball," he says, and they take it as advice.

with his hair up and slipped under a sweatband, damp tendrils stick to his glowing skin. brings the edge of his jersey up to his face and pats it dry, gently. in the crowd, a fangirl almost faints at the sight of his toned abdomen and deep, v-line grooves. he'd blow her a kiss, or maybe a wink, but he reserves it for the twins who watch him at every match, in every country. does that thing for the photo ops where he laces a medal around their necks. bobbing heads of black and blonde, their feet covered in tiny team-branded socks, an exact replica of the ones he wears.

he's got a look—a glistening sweat-covered face, flushed pink from the tip of his ears to the cut of his cheekbones by the labor of playing a full game—oh he's not fond of it, of the grease, and the too-green smell of artificial grass. it's why he spends half a week's worth of pay on skincare and soaps. (uses those travel bags during away games, stuffs them full of mini cosmetics, and you can bet he will not share.)

until he hears you whisper, "i love you like this," while slowly peeling off his track pants and feeling his hardness bounce free. geto's a gentleman of course, but not when you've practically jumped his bones the moment he's stepped foot past your threshold, he'd give in, he'll be just as desperate, just as depraved as you are. taps his leaking cock against your lips in lieu of asking you to open up. taking it down your throat so deep your nose presses into his groin. he still smells of the gym, the lingering bits of his deodorant, and whatever it is that makes your eyes roll back, tasting like sin and salt.

he's got his chest puffed and head held high, probably the only person who puts gojo in his place, without having the pressure or any bit of inclination to praise him, worship him at his feet, who meets him where he's at. which is almost always right next to him, or from a corner flag, screaming at him to get back into position so he can make this free kick. 

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or or ... hotheaded sukuna and his anger issues, his stubbornness. rough and heavy-handed. won't suggest getting in his way if you cry easily because he will headbutt and yell in your face. pointing a finger at a ref has never been so instinctual and necessary, has so little regard for the poor defender he chases down the field, they look back and hear his belittling little chuckle before the ball is stolen from their loose grip. with red and yellow cards piling up every season and he doesn't give a shit honestly. suspend him, call him out, he's been on the fifa game cover two years in a row and he'll keep the sponsorships anyways because the fans can't get enough, all the tattoos, dyed hair, bruises, and scars he wears with pride.

he must be a manwhore they think, what with an attitude and ego like that, but he's never had a cheating scandal, nor has he gotten his nudes leaked...no he won't fuck you in a locker room (as if that was possible) and he doesn't like parading you around online. "i don't want other guys looking at you," he says,sukuna has always worked for it, he just makes it seem like he's had it easy. which is why he's cuffing you almost immediately, putting a ring on it, and getting your name inked into his back. he knows it's lame and overdone, but he's just possessive like that. a man who makes it known when he fucks you after every win, every loss. taking his frustrations out on you, sinking his teeth into your neck, backshots and binding you to the bed. "you could have made that goal..." you tease, pricking at his ego, at where it stings the most, hoping that he lets it out when it'll only eat at him.

[moonlight-tmd]

bee seems like the type to be tricked into a date, that can be shock or blitz if ya like. maybe prowl too but he doesn't seem like he'd do that and you already made a fic similar to it :p

Hahah yeah! That reminds me of a BlitzBee fic i read about Bee being taken hostage on a "date" with Blitz.

I had an idea similar to this about ShockBee... or LongBee? Either way-

I imagine Bee and Longarm are like the best buddies but in a different way; Longarm loves to mess around with Bee, he has to be careful to not slip while on the job, he retains his stoic and serious attitude when someone's around but the moment he's alone with Bee and possibly Bulkhead his personality takes a nearly 180 degree turn. It's especially fun when he's all alone with Bee and he can say stuff no one will judge him for, stuff that he only wants Bee to hear.

I imagine he visits Team Prime on Earth at least once a month to hang out with Bee and Bulk and possibly get some datawork and reports exchanged. Whenever he visits he always brings something for Bee and Bulk to enjoy, which is most often food and similar.

One time however he brought tickets to the Grand Prix of Cybertron for himself and Bee to go to. He said the tickets sold out so fast that he only managed to grab the last, which might have been somewhat true but he really wanted to spend some time alone with Bee. He remembered the scout tell him that he wished to go see it one day back when they were in boot camp. So he used his Prime privileges and got 2 VIP tickets.

Either way Bulkhead didn't mind not going, he wasn't a fan of big events like that anyway. Bee was so hyped about it he would not shut up, literally... and he had less that 20 hours to pack up cuz they were leaving tomorrow morning.

The Grand Prix usually lasts for 3 cycles, which is about the same time as Earth's week. And so, everyone bid their temporary goodbyes, Sari defo "threatened" Longarm to take care of Bee for her, she was also jealous that she couldn't go and see it too. I imagine Jazz was a temporary fill-in for the gap in the team.

So they set off and arrived on Cybertron- damn, it hasn't changed a bit from when Bee last saw it. Still, it felt like he was on a completely new planet he's never been to.

Longarm had a reservation in a hotel close to the stadium, they had one room with 2 berths and attached washroom. Bee had a tough time deciding what to pack or not- it came down to him packing only essentials cuz Longarm told him they'll get stuff on Cybertron too.

The first cycle arrived, they went to the stadium earlier and took the seats in the VIP lounge with other bots as the opening of the event played out. After the first competitions were done Bee and Longarm went to wander around the city- but before that they bumped into a group of the other 'bots Longarm knew. Other Primes and high-ranking autobots, even some Elite Guard members. Bee met a lot of new people.

So they went to wander around, Bee took a lot of pictures to show his team on Earth. After buying few stuff for themselves from other shops, they ended up in a souvenir shop, Bee wanted to buy gifts for the others- everything was themed after the Grand Prix: he got special fuel-cube (mug) for Ratchet, a planner for Optimus, some picturesque post cards for Bulkhead, a stadium statuette for Prowl- the building itself kinda looked like a tree and a back-window decor for Sari, although for her it would be a necklace with a very cool galaxy-themed pendant. He picked for himself and Longarm a little holo-pics of the Grad Prix logo that slowly spun. Bee was about to pay when he realized that yes, he is kinda rich- but in human money. He didn't have any credits to his name on Cybertron. There was this short awkward moment between the cashier and him before Longarm paid for the stuff. Bee felt so bad but Longarm said he didn't mind spending his savings on Bee.

Another cycle rolled by and more competitions were held. Longarm decided to take Bee to some restaurants so they went and had a full-blown spa. Bee has never felt so relaxed. (and yes, he did quote the "2 bros chilling in a hot tub" meme, Longarm was kinda confused but brushed it off when Bee said it was a human joke)

At the end of the solar cycle they ended up in a high-end bar, Bee and Longarm got drinks and they had a very good time. There was karaoke event happening and in a moment of confidence and influence of high grade he decided to participate. He sang "Celestial" by Ed Sheeran and while the music on Cybertron was different from Earth's the audience enjoyed the show nonetheless. Little did Longarm know that the song was dedicated to him...

After they went back to their shared hubsuite, Longarm woke up in the middle of the lunar cycle. Bee was missing from his berth, it didn't take long before he found him though. He was sitting on the balcony with his headphones, looking at the few stars that shone on the polluted sky. If he listened closely he would heard faint Earth music coming from the headphones that were connected to the robot-sized mp3 player.

"Why are you out here?" Longarm asked as he sat down next to Bee.

"Oh- sorry. I didn't meant to wake you up." Bee smiled apologetically and took off his headphones. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just can't recharge." Bee answered. "Well, if you can't recharge then I can't either." Something was clearly bothering Bee, Longarm wasn't gonna leave him alone with it. "Something's bothering you, I can see."

"It's nothing." Bee only said, a hint of sorrow in his voice that Longarm didn't miss. "If it's making you not want to recharge then it's not nothing... c'mon, you know you can tell me."

After a short hesitation Bee finally told him. "I miss Earth."

"Oh." Longarm was surprised, he didn't expect this to be the reason Bee was sad.

"Yeah... I mean, Cybertron's cool and all- it's where I come from. But Earth is something different. There's so much amazing stuff there; fun activities, new cultures, impressive structures and way more... When I'm on Earth I feel like I can really be myself and not be judged for it... Earth is my real home." Bee explained, he focused his gaze up on the sky as he spoke, one could think he was trying to see said planet in there, even if it was galaxies away.

They chatted for a bit, somehow they ended up cuddling on the balcony watching the sky before going back in to recharge.

The final cycle of the Grand Prix rolled in and the final competition was a big race. Bee was the most excited for this part, he loved racing himself, he kind of wished he could participate in it.

It was amazing, the thrill was unmatchable. Once the winner emerged, Longarm took Bee to take pictures with the competitors- they were all famous in some way, the winner was actually a racer for a living. Bee had the best selfie with her and Longarm.

There was a short afterparty for the Grand Prix, Bee and Longarm stayed for a bit before leaving. They took a longer route back thru one of the less active part of the city, it was surprising but Cybertron actually had its own version of parks with statues and twisty structures that were supposed to mimic vegetation. There was also a makeshift river going thru the one they walked in right now.

They talked, Bee said how happy he was to be here and spend time with Longarm. Longarm was also happy to hang out with Bee... a step closer towards Longarm, a glance a little too long at Bee- the scout almost tripped and nearly fell because of some stray metal rod, but Longarm caught him... and so they found themselves walking back to their rented hubsuite servo in servo. Right before Bee had to get in a rented ship to take him back to Earth, Longarm gave him one more thing- a little crystal that seemed to have all the colors in the world in it. Bee almost felt unworhty of such gift but the way Longarm spoke to him about it and why he got it for him made him feel grateful to know such generous bot like Longarm.

When Bee came back to the Earth base it was kind of a mess- Sari coaxed the others into throwing a small welcome back party for Bee and somehow the decor ended up catching on fire... they made even more of a mess while trying to put it out. Yeah, Bee could not have been laughing harder.

He helped them clean up, after that he gave them the souvenirs and showed pictures- which might have been a mistake cuz among the pictures there was a video of him drunkenly singing at a bar. Not that is was bad, he was an amazing singer- it's just he didn't know Longarm even recorded this... The others didn't even tease him cuz they were so impressed he could sing that good.

This is the only thing I could think of when you said "tricked into a date". I suppose it's more of a "secretly a date that turned into an actual date".

Now hold on cuz there is a continuation to this!

After the whole deal with Longarm and Bee going on Grand Prix, Bee has found himself looking at the little crystal he got more than he expected. Whenever he did that there was a weird feeling in his Spark and an image of Longarm giving it to him. I imagine It was late autumn when they left for Grand Prix so Christmas wasn't far off.

Longarm did visit few days before the holiday and unknown to everyone, he left his own gift in the secret stash of gifts Bee prepared for everyone. When the time came and everyone got their gifts Sari pointed at the additional one, it was adressed to Bee from Longarm.

It was a sturdy but small case with some engravings. When Bee opened it he was met with a beautiful golden crown- it was subtle in design but very elegant with crystals that matched his optics and made his horns seem longer. It wasn't just any crown- it was the very same crown Bee saw on a display of a very pricy accessory shop when he and Longarm were wandering around the city. He was so enchanted with it... he never would have guessed Longarm would give it to him as a gift. The others were confused and slightly concerned at his wide-optic expression before he gently took the item out to show them and put it on. They all had wide optics.

In the case was also a letter, it said "read silently" on the top- a sign for Bee to keep whatever was inside to himself. He read the letter and his expression softened before turning into a wide smile with a giggle. No matter how much Sari asked what was in the letter he never told before hiding it in his subspace. The others could only guess what was written in it.

Once the night came and everyone was in recharge, Bee snuck out of the base and drove to a secluded spot mentioned in the letter- the letter itself was a love confession. Words that Longarm- that Shockwave, was too shy to tell in front of Bee neatly written down on a piece of Cybertronian paper. Feelings and passion as well as sincerity and trust put into each of them along with an invitation- Longarm wanted to meet up with Bee all alone the same night he got the gift. The crown was supposed to interpret how important Bee was to him. The letter was written in a way that Bee understood his own feelings towards Longarm, he couldn't wait to see him again.

Bee was pleasantly surprised when he saw a picnic out in the snow under a makeshift ice gazebo. (Yes, Shock paid Blitz to make it, he didn't tell why and paid even more for Blitz to not ask any questions.)

It was so pretty, everything was coated with sparkles from frost and decorative lamps, Bee was wearing the crown he got which made him look even more stunning.

Bee teased Longarm a little for not saying it himself but he really didn't mind. They spend the night together, monching on fancy snacks and drinks, they even slow danced- the fact it was drizzling snow made it even more special.

Of course, Blitzwing when making the gazebo had a feeling Shockwave was gonna use it for some romantic purpose so he secretly put a mistletoe in one of the arches- and under that arch Bee and Longarm stood at the end of the night. It might have been a cheesy romantic movie moment but neither of them disliked it. Longarm didn't know something from human relationship culture can feel so good.

It took nearly 2 days of Sari being suspicious and Bee acting oddly giddy for her to sit him down on the couch and accuse him of being in love.

"Yes, and? What's wrong about it?" Bee have said while crossing his arms. Sari was flabbergasted, she honestly didn't expect him to admit it on the first try. She assumed he was gonna defend himself in some way. Others were surely surprised to know Bee and Longarm were now dating but they were happy for them.

Aaand that's it! I hope you enjoyed my little story for this ask.

On the side note: Bee keeps the case with the crown in a hidden spot in his room that only he knows about, he wears the crown only for special occasions like Christmas or fancy dates with Longarm.

[fantaseawriting]

This is the first chapter in my Avatar story. It is Na’vi Male x Human female (both her avatar form and human form). While this chapter doesn’t have any, this story will contain mature themes. It will also have dark content (dub-con bordering on non-con, primal play, size kink, breeding kink, forced submission, etc.). If you do not like these themes, do not read this story.

18+ only MINORS DNI

You grew up hearing stories about Pandora. Everyone did. You just never imagined you would be able to go there. You were always fascinated by the ocean, and the life that it held. So it was no surprise you were equally fascinated by Pandora and all its Flora and Fauna. You studied everything you could find, read every book. You even took Na’vi courses. You excelled at foreign languages, and you were happy to learn that it was no different with Na’vi. Which is what lead to you getting offered a dream job.

You were just a Marine Biologist. Which is why you never dreamed of getting an offer to go to Pandora. Yet shortly after your college finals, you received the offer to join a team of biologists as the team Marine Biologist and Xenolinguistic specialist. It was an offer you jumped on with little hesitation. You were even offered your own Avatar. Within a week of graduation, you were logging Avatar training and preparing to fly off world on a six year trip. It wasn’t until you arrived in orbit of Pandora, six years later, that you wish you had read the fine details within the contract you signed.

You expected to wake up like everyone else, the way the debriefing said you would. Inside a cryopod, just like when you went in. Instead, you woke up in a glass chamber. You were on a bed within a glass cylinder, not much larger than your body. You couldn’t even sit up. You still wore the white medical uniform they put everyone in when they boarded the ship, but wires were attached to your body at various points, and several IVs were poking from your skin. You reached out your hand, hitting the glass around you.

“Good. You are awake. You had us worried for a minute there.” You turned your head to view where the voice came from. Several people floated into view, all clearly the scientists who ran the vessel. “Only eight of the twenty of you survived the procedure. And you are the only one who has woken up so far.” The dark haired man closest to you spoke.

“What procedure?” You asked, still trying to get a bearing of your current situation. You only recalled going into cryo sleep. They already got your DNA for your avatar. There shouldn’t have been any procedure.

“The genetic modification. It surprises me how many of you don’t read the entire contract before signing.” A voice to your left spoke. You turned to look at the new man. Despite floating within the ship and wearing the standard white uniform, he also wore a lab coat with his name and the word Doctor on it. “Your Avatar… developed a few of your distinctive genetic traits. More so than any of our previous Avatars. More than it was supposed to have. So we weren’t entirely sure it would be a viable Avatar. As a precaution you were transferred to the Delta Science Unit. Each member gets genetically modified to withstand Pandora’s atmosphere. It is listed in your contract as a possibility, though it almost never happens.” As he spoke he went to the control panel attached to your tube.

“Genetically modified to withstand Pandora’s atmosphere. What does that mean?” You ask, hoping it didn’t mean what you thought it did.

“It means, you will be able to breathe on the planets surface, no breathing apparatus needed. You will only need one when in buildings on the base.” He explained. “Your vitals look good. You are stable. It’s very promising.”

“Very promising? Will I ever be able to breathe on Earth?” You asked, horror filling you.

“I’m afraid not, my dear. This became a one way trip for you. Delta Science Unit is part of the colonization initiative. On top of your normal duties, you will be establishing a village for future human to come inhabit. Once we get the genetic modification process to higher than a ten percent success rate.”

“Ten percent?! You put us through a producer without our knowledge that only has a ten percent success rate?” Dread was heavy in your gut as you spoke. You always wanted to see and work on Pandora, but you never expected it to be your new permanent home.

“It was all in the contract each and every one of you signed. For any who didn’t survive, their families will receive a nice pay out. For those that do, your families or emergency contact will still receive the pay out, seeing as you will have no use for the money on Pandora. At least not yet.” The doctor explained, hitting a few buttons on the screen on her pod. “We are landing soon. The room will be opened to the outside, and we will release you from your pod. Dr. Ryker will be there to debrief you and walk you through the base to your new quarters. Welcome to Pandora.”

With that, the Doctor and his science team left, and you were left to lay in your pod until the room was opened to the air of Pandora, and a new doctor walked in. He was taller than the last, and though the air was toxic to humans, he was breathing without a respirator. He was tall, with short dark hair and dark scruff on his face. He wore a black shirt and cargo pants, with a doctors coat over top. The coat read Dr. Ryker. He walked up to your pod and glanced at you with a smile that didn’t reach his green eyes. He read off your name from the screen on your pod.

“I have heard a lot about you. Your Avatar caused quite the stir, though now it has been deemed viable. If they had just been patient they wouldn’t have had to do this to you. But in the end they are more concerned with money than any of us.” He said, as he hit a few buttons on the screen and your pod hissed open, the glass top above you lifting away. You went to sit up quickly, but his hand on your shoulder prevented that.

“Easy. With everything they have done to you, your body needs time to adjust now that you are awake. Yes, you can breathe Pandora’s air, but if you don’t take it slow, you will get dizzy and pass out. So just ease on up, nice and slow.” You nodded in response to his words, and slowly sat up.

“What do you mean they didn’t have to do this to me?” You asked, your eyes meeting his.

“Most of us on the DSU agreed to the procedure. They knew what they were signing up for. A one way ticket with no way home. But some of us didn’t. They snuck it into a thousand page contract no one reads completely. You wake up almost six years later with no way home and no chance of ever seeing your family again. They give reasons, but none ever sound quite right to me. Like you for example. They thought your avatar might not be viable, so put your through the procedure almost as soon as you were in cryo. Within a year they knew your Avatar was viable, but it was too late and the procedure was done. The procedure takes less than a year to complete. They could have waited. Instead they wanted more lab rats.” He explained, grabbing your arm and helping you stand.

“My Avatar is viable?” You asked, stretching briefly. It felt like your body hadn’t moved in years. It probably hadn’t.

“Indeed. It looks a little different than the rest, but you will see that later. For now, lets get you across the base to the science unit.” Dr. Ryker said, turning and heading towards the ramp off the ship. You followed behind him, taking in the sight. The immediate area was highly disappointing. Concrete covered the ground, the area seemed great from the fumes, and high walls surrounded the base full of machinery. Beyond those walls you could catch a glimpse of the true pandora. Green trees and mountains filled the distance. That is what you are here for, not the bullshit the military called a base.

“Lookie here boys, a new settler. Fresh meat for the blue monkeys. I’m sure they would love to get their hands on you.” You glanced to your right at the voice who spoke. Four military men in full gear and breathing apparatuses stood not far from you, one making lewd gestures with his hands while the others laughed.

“Ignore them. The DSU settlement is just outside the walls, separate from the rest of the base. We still have walls to protect us, but its much more natural than here. Most of the men on this base are idiots who think with nothing but their dicks. Ignore them.” Dr. Ryker explained, guiding you away from them gently with a light grip on your elbow. “They all have return tickets home if they don’t die here. They like to pick at those of us that don’t have that luxury waiting.”

“Why are they genetically modifying people to breathe here? I have heard nothing about colonization.” You asked, following him through the busy base.

“They tell us it is so we can research the planet easier. In reality, they want to develop a settlement that they can auction off membership for to the highest bidder. ‘Come live in Pandora’s Paradise’. In the end its all about money to them. Those of us that volunteered for this saw it as a way to get in without being rich. Those of us that didn’t know what we signed up for… well they like to tell us we practically won the lottery.” The doctor said as you neared the edge of the base.

“I take it you don’t feel that way.” You said, judging by his tone of voice.

“I had a family back on Earth. A wife and two sons. This was supposed to be a way for them to be set for life, but I was always supposed to go back home. Instead I woke up to a body that could no longer breathe the air my family could. So no. I don’t feel like I won the lottery being able to breathe on a planet with natives twice our size and almost every species on it being capable of tearing me apart in seconds.” He opened a door on the wall you approached, gesturing you forward. Through the door was almost an entire different world.

Instead of concrete, the ground was covered in grass and dirt. Strange plants grew in rows of tilled soil to the side. Some scientists walked around with respirators on, while some didn’t. Several Avatars were walking around also, dwarfing the scientists around them.

“This is the area where the Avatars sleep and where we have our agricultural research. The buildings on the far end are for the Avatars. The DSU settlement is through the door on the far left wall.” Dr. Ryker explained, leading you through the rows of crops, most of which you recognize. Once through the fields, he walked you up to the door that read ‘ D.S.U. Delta Science Unit.’ He swiped his keycard, and the door clicked open. You walked through the open door and gasped.

While there was still the large metal wall surronding the settlement, it was unlike any other part of the bases. The ground was kept natural, dirt paths winding though the settlement, surronded by different types of grass and moss, with roots intertwining and spreading throughout the area. Native trees filled the space seemingly randomly, which let you know they were there naturally, and hadn’t been bulldozed and replaced. The buildings, though human in design, were made of wood, and you could almost guarantee it was wood from the native trees. One large structure filled the space directly in front of you, and many smaller buildings were scattered throughout the settlement.

“In front of us is the lab. Inside is mostly human, as it allows us to continue our studies. The other buildings are a mess hall and our sleeping quarters. They are mostly more natural, designed to blend in with Pandora. You will have your own cottage in the back. For now, let's get into the lab and introduce you to the team.” Dr. Ryker led you into the lab, where you were greeted by about a dozen or so scientists. They each took turns introducing themselves, and you introduced yourself in turn.

“I am so glad you survived the procedure. Your avatar is incredibly interesting, and I would have hated to see it go to waste.” The blonde scientist, Shelby, said.

“Yes Shelby, because you are only happy she didn’t die to sate your curiousity.” Dr. Ryker responded, annoyance in his voice.

“You know what I meant, Nick. It’s not that I am not also happy she didn’t die in general, but we all sign the same contract. We knew what we were signing up for.” The blonde responded, an air of arrogance in her voice.

“I wasn’t told about any procedure that would mean I couldn’t go home.” You stated. The blonde rolled her eyes.

“Maybe you should learn to read what-“ Shelby began, but was cut of by Dr. Ryker.

“Not everyone agreed to this, Shelby. You know this. Only the first were told about it. The rest of us had it hidden in the contract. So knock it off or you will find yourself on latriene duty with the military grunts.” Dr. Ryker said, his voice full of anger. Shelby scoffed before turning and walking away.

“Sorry about that. Shelby forgets not everyone agreed to this. She sees it as a blessing and hates anyone that doesn’t agree with that.” Dr. Ryker explained.

“It’s okay, Dr. I don’t see why you are the one apologizing.” You said.

“It’s Nick, Please. Titles here seem pointless after a while. I hope you don’t mind us using your first name as well.” Nick said. You nodded.

“I don’t mind at all.” You said with a small smile.

“If you want, I can take you to see your Avatar now.” Nick suggested.

“Sure. Care to explain what makes it so different?” You ask as he starts leading you through the lab.

“The doctor in charge of making your Avatar messed up, something he tried to hide at first. He put too much of your Human DNA in when making it. So it has some…. More human traits than the others.” He explained as he led you into a room that held a large tank. Inside was an Avatar that looked a great deal like you, almost scarily so.

“Unlike the normal Avatars, yours retained your exact hair color. The eye color matches as well. As you can see, the facial features are a bit more human than Na’vi. It also gained your….. more womanly figure is the polite way I can put it.” His words were true. The avatar had your hair color. It’s eyes were closed so you couldn’t see them, but you would take his word for it. Most female Na’vi were thin and long, but your Avatar had more shape, with larger breasts, hips and buttocks. The rest of the body was also more curvy than a standard Na’vi.

“Your Avatar is also smaller than most. While yes, it is definitely larger than us, it stands about a foot shorter than most other Avatars and Na’vi. And while still blue, it’s skin tone is similar to yours in shade versus that standard Na’vi blue.” Everything he spoke was true. Your Avatar was certainly different from any you had seen. And while it had some similar features and all the right markings, you would stick out like a sore thumb among the Na’Vi.

[skittle-bites]

I remember being 8 years old, wandering around walmart like the little goblin creature I was, when my mom told me I could pick out one 3DS game I wanted. I already liked Pokémon, so I picked Yo-Kai Watch.

I never really made it past Sproink, got frustrated at the difficulty and put the game down. Later on, I watched the show on Netflix, and it absolutely captivated my imagination. I remember walking up to a kid on the playground who I was friends with, asking if he knew about Yo-Kai Watch all excited, only for him to respond by saying he thought it was weird.

So, I shut that part of me down. I didn’t ask my parents for the second game, didn’t own a watch, nothing. As much as I wanted to, my friends thought it was weird. I never even completed the first game, my mind had been set to believe that I shouldn’t like it- I couldn’t like it, all because it deviated from what kids thought was a normal interest. The farthest I went was watching the movie, which I did my very best to hide any record of from my parents, even though it was a huge interest to me. Hell, I remember being told my parents were divorcing, and being more concerned with watching this movie for the third time in a row than the fact that they were no longer together.

Time passed, I let the interest go and stuck to Pokémon. It crossed my mind to play it occasionally, but I never followed through.

5 years later I was going through my 3DS games, and I found Yo-Kai Watch 1. I checked up on my old save game, leveled up a bit, and took on Sproink one final time, defeating him with just one Yo-kai left on my team. I began to watch the Yo-Kai Watch anime again, curious as to how it held up, and was absolutely enthralled with it again.

Somehow, over the years I had left it behind, the part of me that wanted to go on silly little adventures with Nate and his Yo-kai pals only grew, creating a fondness for the series I didn’t know to be possible. Over the course of the summer I picked it back up, I burned through 180 episodes of absolutely nonsensical antics, and I loved every second of it. Things were different. I wasn’t the kid it was targeted to anymore, but now, I was choosing to let go of that. I didn’t care how childish, how immature it made me seem. I loved Yo-Kai Watch, and I still love it now. I bought myself a copy of the second game, I got myself a watch, burned through every episode of the original series, and I found ways to play the other titles, no matter how “weird” it was.

So thank you, Yo-Kai Watch. For letting me be a kid again. Thank you for the creativity you’ve inspired and continue to inspire in me every day.

Happy 10th, and one last time, thank you for everything.

[confusedspaceotter]

Originally this is in daily avatrice analysis(day 6) but I decided to create a separate post

Because I wanna show the internet just how important this show is to me

Link to the analysis itself

Before I got into the analysis itself

I need to tell you a story first

A story about a little girl 

Growing up, she knows that she is different than others 

Different, how you may ask?

She find herself having a hard time focusing during classes

Because she can’t help but to play with her stationeries and textbooks

She often forgot to bring her homework to school

making careless mistakes on her homeworks even when she remind herself countless times not to

Which makes doing her homework a painstaking yet dreadful task

However, when it comes to books that she is interested in, she can devour them in a matter of seconds

She wasn’t doing terrible academically, but not well either

Over the years, she had come to a conclusion:

Maybe she is just dumb and all of this is her fault

She just needed to try harder

A couple years later, when the girl was no longer little 

She is a teenager now

School is somehow more difficult than before

turning in homework on time is nearly impossible 

In the midst of all this, she starting watching silly little TV shows

She loves diving into different fictional worlds

thinking about all the possibilities, all the adventures she could have

anything is better than her miserable life 

And just when she thought she couldn’t get more attached to TV shows 

She stumble upon a silly little show about a hundred teenagers who got sent to earth 

she was intrigued, she started binging the show

She quickly made her way to season 2 where she met 

Her.

the commander of the ground people 

seeing how the commander and the leader of the sky people went from enemies, to friends, to lovers

she realized maybe, just maybe, she is like the leader of the sky people

she also likes guys and girls too

This new discovery shocked her, yet she is not surprised 

maybe the reason why she love sailor moon and tuxedo mask’s relationship so much is because she likes them both

Upon finding out this new information, she is relieved thinking this must be why she felt different than others

than she remembered she grow up in a religious environment 

where this kind of being different is a sin

but before she could deal the internal turmoil that's rising rapidly

She begin to develop a crush on one of her close friend 

She was never good with emotions

let alone having feelings for someone else

so she did the one thing that she is good at

hiding.

She decided to put those feelings in a cage, buried deep down in her heart, and vow to never think about it again.

She did what she think was right at the time, but she didn't foresee the consequences

She slowly become more and more closed off, she distanced herself from her parents, she buried any feelings she might have and put on a smile like nothing happened 

there is price in hiding your emotions

but she didn’t know yet

fast forward a couple years, the combination of school related stress, the self inflicted guilt of think she is the the reasons her team lost in a competition, a misunderstanding between her and her friend and the never ending burying negative emotions and mask it with a smile have send her down to a downward spiral 

everyday is becoming more and more unbearable

she didn’t want to become a burden to everyone around her, so she acted like everything is fine

sure there were signs, but she lied and say that she is just tired 

deep down she knows, those are signs of mental illnesses

distancing herself from her loved ones,letting herself wallow in self-loathing, thoughts about ending it all

life was not kind to her

yet she somehow keeps going 

even though each day she is just barely hanging on

she held on

for a simple reason

she needs to see how her silly little shows ends

so she held on

and that turned out to be one of the best decision she ever made

because one day she came across this new show about nuns that are warriors?

okay sounds interesting she thought

imagine her surprise when she saw one of the nun who not only looks like her 

but they shared similarities in their personalities as well

So when she was watching episode 8, and saw how Beatrice tell Ava her past experience 

the girl felt understood and seen, as there isn’t a scene in media that vividly depicts her situation so well

“My whole life, people have tried to make me into something I'm not.

To make me "normal," or at least "acceptable."

 I became skilled at so many things just so I would still have value... despite my flaws, or what I'd been taught was a flaw. 

Of course I tried to fit in. 

But when you're punished just for being different, you begin to hate what you are. And what you love.

What should make you happy... only brings you pain. 

Pain is what made me a Sister Warrior.”

As if this scene is not making her emotional enough 

Ava replied with:

“Don't hate what you are. What you are is beautiful.”

After hearing Ava’s response

the girl felt something inside her chest

something warm

an feeling she had long forgotten 

even though is just a sliver of it

Hope.

If beatrice could eventually met someone like ava

who understood her, who doesn’t judge her for being who she is 

maybe she could find someone like that too

she just needed to hang on a little longer 

and don’t give up on life like she was planning 

Recently, the girl had received her official ADHD and depression diagnosis

She had mixed emotions about the diagnosis

For the most part, after getting the ADHD diagnosis 

she is glad to know is not her fault that she struggled academically and having trouble focusing during class

and getting a depression diagnosis

means that even though she wouldn’t admit it, she needed help

And with some help, who knows, maybe she can feel better eventually

At this point I think you all know who the little girl is

the impact this scene alone had on me 

words are not enough to describe it 

I will never forget the first time I watch this scene in 2020

nodding along to almost everything Bea had said

This scene had make me felt seen like no show had before

and sometimes all you need is to feel valid 

to feel understood, to relate to someone, to be seen by someone

and that's enough 

I truly cannot thank the wn writers enough for give me this scene in season 1

[sleuthy-scientist]

A Flicker of Lost Love

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Emily joins the BAU finding out Aaron Hotchner is her boss who doesn't want her on his team. She reminisces on the love she lost a decade before and how she has no intention to accept his decision for her this time.

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*Randomly found this sitting in my drafts from a while back. Yet I have only a vague recollection of writing it😅. Anyway I hope you enjoy🤗.*

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His smiles always had a way of disarming me, and I am suddenly twenty three again, the year I realize that love doesn't follow the rules, the year I understood that nothing is worth having so much as something unattainable.

Love had been the one thing I hadn't expected to find that summer, let alone during the time I spent at my mother's. Yet it faded out like it never happened, the few momentos all I had to remind me of our time together. At least now I knew what became of him, unable to bring myself to track him down before.

It was like before, my fresh start, an unexpected discovery and an enthralling adventure. Yet then, I didn't know I was having until I was in the middle of it. And by then I couldn't have stopped myself from falling in love. The feeling was even more wonderful, magically and utterly terrifying than I could have ever imagined it could be.

Now I know better and I can't afford to go down that road again. I also can't regret that summer, what we shared was real, even if it was only to me and temporary. I do wish I had known back then how it would end, to save myself every moment of heartache I enjured over the next decade or so.

When I saw him again, this morning, it almost broke me. He played it cool, like he didn't remember a woman he once professed his love for. Even with no one else in room, he interacted with me as if I was a stranger he vaguely recalled crossing paths with.

His nonchalant greeting only to be paired with his disbelief at my paperwork to join the BAU, were barbed jabs that sparked a determination fueled by the anger of his argogance and use of a facade. I knew then I wanted to prove him wrong. About my true abilities, qualifications regardless of my thought to be lacking level of field experience.

But more than that I wanted nothing more than to prove him wrong about me. To show him everything I had become without him by my side. And maybe to make him regret disappearing on me after that summer.

Some part of me wanted to haunt him forever, just as my memories of him had done to me the past decade. Wishing my presence had atleast thrown him for a momentarily emotional loop. Hopelessly dreaming his mind and heart had constantly reminded him that I'm the one he let slip away.

For the past ten years, I've never been able to work out why it ended. I naively thought we had been headed towards our 'Happily Ever After' together. I'm not sure what explanation he could possibly give, that would be good enough to accept. To be worth hearing let alone, earning my forgiveness.

But, I do know if I want this job to work, I'm going to have to be the bigger person. That no matter what he throws my way, I must withstand it all, head held high without flinching or missing a beat. I can't show him any weakness or give him any ammunition to crush my new dreams.

He can never know how broken and damaged he left me, how even now, I don't have all the pieces he stole and threw away like it was nothing. I can't believe I had been naive enough then, to think it would never end, that I had actually found my one true love.

I know better now and I can't afford to ever make that mistake again. Especially with him, because I know I will never be able to recover. He taught me the importance of protecting my heart, from trusting the wrong person, and allowing anyone to have that kind of control over me.

I just hope it gets easier, that I eventually it won't hurt looking at him. That one day I'll be able to remember our past together fondly and make peace with the man he is today. That it won't be painful trusting and being loyally devoted to the one man who actually broke me.

I know I need to be a team player if I have any hopes of convincing him I'm worth taking a real chance on. I need to prove myself more than capable to do this job beyond even his doubt. I refuse to let him believe, I would ever rely on nepotism or politics to 'earn' my way for me.

It makes me wonder if he ever thought I was worthy of his love. Or if I had simply been a distraction, a challenge and source of entertainment to him and nothing more.

Visually he still looks the same, but I can tell he's lost almost all of his happy go lucky nature. I wonder if life hasn't been kind to him either. If his light has been chipped away by the darkness, and the responsibilities that came with leading this team, living this life.

I know this is where I'm meant to belong, that this is the work I want to be doing. I can't let Aaron Hotchner, destroy my hopes and dreams and diminish my spirit again. He had no control over my future if I can prove myself indispensable to this team and the work they do.

A part of me wishes I didn't know what it felt Ike to be embraced in his arms. To feel safe just because I knew he was next to me. I almost want to regret it for all the years of loneliness that followed. For all the times I tried to question myself where I had gone wrong, knowing I'd always wonder why he left me.

Seeing him now, knowing he went back to Haley and married her, gives me pause. There was no mistaking the wedding ring on his finger or her photo on the shelf behind him. It just makes me further question even more whatever it was we had. Knowing it had obviously never meant quite as much to him as it had to me. Now I have to wonder, if I was always just a place holder until Haley realised what she had let go and decided she wanted another chance.

I'm not sure I can ever ask him the truth without destroying myself in the process. Maybe it's better to let sleeping dogs lie, and not go down that slippery slope. To let my mind wander to the possibilities if he filled in the blanks he left unfilled.

I won't let him prevent me from trying to wipe my ledger clean. I'll be waiting, and show him just how qualified I am, and that I have everything right to be here. I've come too far and I have no doubt the BAU is where I belong, and I intend to prove it to him, mother, and anyone else who stands in my way. When he gets back from the case, I'll be ready. I won't let him take this chance from me, he doesn't get to decide my future for me this time.

[titlemewickedwonderland]

Blind by Love (Part 2)

Summary: A once condemned man now free of charge but living the life of someone who's been through hell Eddie Munson believed he is incapable of being loved after what happens in the Upside Down that nearly takes his life. What happens though when he meets an unexpected girl who is thrown into his life and teaches him that one doesn't need to ability to see what's right in front of you to know love is never out of reach?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Blind!OC

Story Contains: Set after S4. Story mentions past trauma, PTSD, and mention of gore/blood; if you are sensitive to any of these topics please refrain from reading for your own mental safety. I don't want to accidentally trigger you, darling! Stay safe!

Chapter Warning: None

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"You still play?" her fingers rolled the dice in between her fingertips; idly feeling the cool plastic with the engraved grooves in the shape of numbers on many different sides, far too many sides than a normal dice held so she knew automatically it was only one possible game she'd know her cousin to play

"Yeah…very really outgrew it." Mike commented as he sat watching from the couch in the basement as his older cousin shifted herself around the room touching things and getting acquainted with items down there.

"You guys were a pretty good team too. What ever happened to Will anyway? Have you talked to him lately?" Nicole asked as she grabbed a little figure, feeling the ridges and shape of it as she tried to imagine what it looked like. "I imagine you don't play as often anymore with just the three of you, huh?"

Mike was silent a moment before he shrugged. "We do play…but yeah I guess not as often between the three of us. But we still play. Every Thursday night after school with some of our new friends from Highschool. There's this older senior named Eddie who started a D&D club called the Hellfire Club. He's the campaign master and is so cool. It's not the same as when we were kids of course but Dustin and I enjoy it. Made some good friends there even if they are considered the outcasted nerds."

The pretty strawberry blonde teen turned to face the sound of his face and shook her head as she waved her hand in the air. "Firstly Mikey. There is no shame in finding something you enjoy doing and better yet finding others who enjoy the same thing. No one is meant to be alone. Sure it's different without having Will here anymore to play but there should never be a problem with doing what makes you happy as long as you don't exclude members of that…faction." her teeth sank thoughtfully into her bottom lip as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"And secondly, what ever happened to the four of you? You mentioned you and Dustin…but Lucas?" she questioned with a raised brow. "You aren't pushing him to the side are you?"

"O-Of course not! It's just…it's complicated. A lot has happened since you've been gone Nikki. Starting with the fact that Lucas is now on the basketball team. He and this girl we used to hang out with Max started dating a few months back but some shit happened and she umm…she passed away. I guess that's when Lucas started trying to get into the popular crowd; to get away from the pain of losing his girlfriend. I think losing her made his eyes open or something and he kept saying that we aren't kids anymore and that he's tired of being bullied so he'd trying to get good in with the popular." Mike began to ramble and Nicole fought to try and catch everything and piece it together.

She walked over to the couch; feeling it bump the front of her legs making her take pause and rest her hands on the back edge of the sofa. Her head tilting down; her straight air falling over her shoulder as she stared down at where she could feel Mike's presence.

"As I said, it's okay…You guys are growing up you know. Granted, I'm not exactly one to talk all things considering what happened but the way I see it. You guys aren't kids anymore, he's right. But there isn't shame in trying to make yourself happy. If Lucas wishes to try and be popular to be happy then let him. The only problem is whether or not his status is going to be an issue for you. You've been best friends since as long as I've known you and the boys. That should never changed between you guys. Even Will. He maybe in California with your girlfriend but that doesn't mean you should simply let go completely. Okay?"

Mike looked up at his older cousin and smiled at her. She was wise for someone so young but she was always so smart. He was glad she was back. Reaching up he allowed his hand to land on hers and he squeezed in agreement. "Yeah, you're right." he agreed before rising to his feet.

"Come on, we should go to bed. We have a busy day tomorrow; you excited to start a new highschool?" he asked as he helped maneuver her around the sofa and guided her behind him as he led her up the basement stairs towards the main level.

"Excited? Not at all, terrified absolutely! I can already tell you there will be much bullying because of my disability." she laughed a little but it didn't make Mike feel better.

"Don't worry. I'll find you where you need to go. I'll make sure Lucas and Dustin help you around school too and-" Nicole tugged his hand gently.

"Don't baby me Mike." she said seriously. "I'm blind not stupid. I wouldn't mind the help in the beginning okay but…I don't need babysitters." the seriousness in her voice was something that Mike wasn't used to hearing and it made him take notice the seriousness on her face.

He could only imagine the struggle she'd faced to be able to keep her head up, relearning her life from a darkness she'd never wake up from. He could imagine because he'd seen things that her mind probably wouldn't have been able to comprehend. But he'd seen that sort of tiredness on the faces of his friends who'd dealt with the same thing he had and that look on her made his stomach drop. He never wanted her to be without a smile on her face. Tugging her to his side he tucked her under his arm as he walked them up the stairs to the upper level

"Deal. I got it. Just until you get comfortable with the school to get around yourself. Oh and you should totally come sit with us tomorrow to! I'm sure Eddie wouldn't mind even if you aren't in the club. He's um…he's been a bit down the last several months. He'd had an accident that nearly took his life during that earthquake I told you on the phone about right? And well he's not been the same since then so he could totally use your bright smile." Mike was rambling again and Nicole found it endearing as she gently shoved him

"I'll sit with you guys tomorrow. Don't worry. Not go to bed mister." she said as he opened Nancy's bedroom door for her and she slipped through without another word leaving her cousin in the hallway staring at the door with an uncertainty about it.

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She hated it already. The sound of voices chattering in the halls made her anxiety spike to the next level. Didn't help that she'd dealt with yet another nightmare; thank god Mike was a heavy sleeper and Nancy had stayed the night at a friend's house last night so no one was able to hear her sobs and cries. She'd gotten up that morning a good few hours before she actually needed to and showered. Grabbing herself something warm to wear considering it was getting a lot more chilly outside. After dressing in her jeans and sweater she brushed her long hair out and allowed it to air dry. She never wore make up; partly because she couldn't tell what the hell anything was but partly because she wasn't used to wearing it. After her morning routine she'd shuffled her way down the stairs to the kitchen; bumping and knocking things over as she tried her hardest to get some cereal for breakfast and make herself a cup of coffee that only ended up with her knocking over a mug and shattering it which woke her aunt up. Karen was understanding and even tried to make the situation into something funny which Nicole appreciated greatly as she sat herself down at the kitchen table sipping a cup of coffee that Karen made for her after cleaning up the porceline. They'd talked as Karen began making breakfast and even offered to help Nicole figure out everything in the house if she wanted her to so that she didn't feel uncomfortable and skittish in her new home. After breakfast was done Mike had come down for breakfast and stuffed as much food into his mouth he could much to the disgust and amusement of his family members before he was tugging his cousin by the hand out of the house with a promise they'd be home after school.

Dustin and Lucas had radioed they were going separately so it was up to Mike to get him and Nicole to work. Dan offered to drive the kids but Mike insisted on biking over. With Nicole perched on the pegs of his bike and holding onto his shoulders the boy rode them to school. Nicole liked the ride; the sound of morning life, the tires crunching beneath their weight. and her favorite the scent of morning dew as the chirping of birds echoed in her ears while the wind whipped at her face. Freedom never felt so good. But it all got shattered whenever they finally arrived at school. Nicole could practically taste the difference in the air as she heard the voices of dozens of students laughing and joking among themselves but even more so she could feel their gazes on her like goosebumps on her skin. She pretty much ducked her head into Mike's chest as he led her with an arm around her shoulders to the front office to get her paperwork situated before the first bell could ring. It was definitely a mood in the school that made Nicole feel highly targetted as if the ranks and status roles of the students meant everything and she was just the chum meat on the predatory list. It made her anxious and when she was anxious she played with the hem of her shirt. This was something that Mike had known all the time as he watched her pick at a strand of thread off her sweater as she listened to what the office lady was talking to her about.

After that was done he was permitted to go to class leaving Nicole alone and damn near panicky. "Don't worry, someone will be here to help you along the way! They always have someone to give new kids a tour. If you need me or the others just ask someone to come find us." with his parting words he disappeared from the office.

Someone did end up coming to give her a tour. Her name was Lucy…or was it Lauren? Nicole was never good with names when put on the spot but the girl had been told right away that Nicole was blind so the chipper girl was more than happy to explain everything in the greatest of detail about where they were. The girl was probably one of those over energetic nerds but Nicole couldn't judge her. At least she was friendly. Everything was going okay, she was starting to calm down as she focused on the other student's rambling until suddenly someone clipped her shoulder and she got spun; crumbling to her hands and knees while her books scattered and slid across the floor around her. She gasped in shock and sat up holding her hands to her chest as she felt the dull ache in her wrists.

"O-oh shit! I'm sorry sweetheart! I didn't see you there! Are you okay?" a voice spoke up from above her before a figure crouched in front of her and the sound of papers were being shuffled reached her ears.

"Y-yeah I'm okay…" Nicole stammered as she blindly reached around her to grab what she could feel.

A voice cleared their throat a moment and Nicole's head raised some and she cocked a brow. "What?"

"Are…are you going to take your bag?" the male asked with an odd sound in his voice and Nicole couldn't help the dusting of pink on her cheeks in embarrassment as she reached out blindly and grabbed the front of her bag; holding it to her chest a moment as if it were a life line.

"Omg Nicole are you okay?!" Lucy or Lauran whatever her name gushed as she helped Nicole off the ground as if she was a precious porceline doll. "You should watch where you're going freak!" the girl added making Nicole realize she wasn't talking to her and instead the guy who had knocked her over.

"Calm down sweet cheeks. It was just an accident. Maybe she should watch where she'd going" he quipped back and Nicole's mouth opened to protest and explain that she was blind and couldn't have known but the girl gripping her arm turned her away and began walking down the hall.

"Screw off Munson! You're such a brute!" she called over her shoulder as Nicole got marched away making her feel like a chastised child for some reason. She could still feel the heat of the unknown male's stare on her back as she disappeared around the corner with the student who was yammering at her ear again.

When lunch came around Nicole felt a headache pounding at her skull and the relief on her face was almost comical when she heard Dustin's voice at her classroom door calling for her. Her head snapped up and then she winced at the movement before she was shoving her papers into her bag before making her way across the room; weaving between the desks with a hand tapping the chairs as she went in her mind counting before Dustin's hand grasped her wrist.

"How was your first day?"

"Living hell."

"Haha sounds like highschool alright. It's okay though! It's lunchtime now so you can take a breather. Mike and I are going to be siting with the club today again; you ready to meet the other boys?" there was excitement in his tone as he guided her down the hall through the milling bodies of other students.

"If it means getting me some food yes please." Nicole sighed

"Heh, you won't be saying that when you taste that stuff. I swear the only thing that's good on the menu is the chocolate pudding." Dustin snorted before he saw Mike coming out of one of his classes. "Aye Mike!" he called him over.

"Hey! Thank god I was about to come find Nicole myself. How'd today go so far?" the question was met with a groan as the girl wrapped her arm around one of his while doing the same with Dustin's as they simulously began walking to the cafeteria.

"That bad huh?" Mike joked making the strawberry blonde stick her tongue out.

"Shut up and get me some damned food before I turn into one of your D&D monsters and eat you alive Wheeler." she teased causing her cousin and friend to burst out laughing as they entered the cafeteria's lunch line.

[windigimarketing-blog]

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ApexEngine Review - Features and Benefits

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In my opinion, this software is a game-changer for your company. This is the foundation of every successful online business.

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[azenari]

24 | 3.14.18

originally published on TinyLetter I actually really like the number 24. frankly, I'm not too sure what there was to dread about tomorrow, soon to be today. (t-minus 2 minutes to go!) the whole house is asleep. I've got about 60 seconds left. midnight will come. nothing will happen. I'll know, though; we create infrastructure to make sense of things, to cultivate the sensation of living in motion, to fight the easy death of complacency. midnight. and there it is - I know now, in a way that I did not know before, that I am no longer 23. 24. now that we're done with the suspense of that tiny tumult, I want to think about 23 for a moment. 23 was a transition year, and not just for me. when you're 22 you're still overwhelmed by your imminent ejection from the structure of educational institutions. whatever comes next, you're happy just to have something. happy to be employed at ALL, if you're anything like me; happy to be traveling somewhere, happy to have things to do, happy to have food on the table, happy to be even a little less desperate. by the time 23 comes around, though, you're pretty disillusioned. you didn't really have expectations for adulthood to begin with (it's not like you ever had the time to build them). but whatever you did or didn't expect, it wasn't this. the rigidity of responsibility suffocates your weak and vulnerable spirit. you don't miss feeling like you're constantly in free fall, but you miss... racing to keep up with the passage of time, a perpetuum mobile that now sinks slowly into your tired limbs like certain death instead of dragging you along by your fingertips. in college, you were haunted by imposter syndrome. ​I don't feel a day over 13. and yet the birthdays kept coming, so you became more frantic with each one, thinking you'd be found out for the child you still are. these days? you're not old yet, not really. it just feels like it. so you can keep marching towards death or you can change still the only inevitability besides death and taxes, though these days I'm starting to think that way more people can get away with evading the 'tax' part than I previously imagined - not by moving to California though - so I guess I changed. 23, huh? after a few months of staring in openmouthed terror I leapt onto the bull that was Bridgewater (the company, the team, my own terrible self), locked my hands around its horns, and held on for dear life. we fought. for the same cause, maybe, but it was still a fight. I won one round, perhaps the most important one for the little girl resurfacing in my half-dead body; it proved that the impossible could still be possible for us. I lost the second one. and then, incredibly, I recognized - was FORCED to recognize, thank god - that I'd throw the third if I didn't stop playing. not that it ever stopped me before. this time, though... a month. sleeping, staring into the distance, steeping in warm water, searching through abandoned memories for any semblance of meaning. talking to myself. reading about weightlessness. meditating on the indubitability of tidal waves crashing over a four-foot-ten-inch body, even after the extra ~15 lbs. then I went back, won round 3, and even more incredibly, quit while I was ahead who is this girl? she wonders. who is this girl that starts, and stops, and starts again? who is this girl who opens her mind to the vast terror of space, and welcomes the internal unknown that is always murmuring within us (instead of trying to drown it out with the external unknown of the world) - who stops running long enough to consider whether there was actually anything worth running from? who is this girl, with her habits? her roots? I thought I would have a hard time being more shocked by the miracle of A (who A was, who A is, who he could be) than I was when I first discovered him, in all his fatal springtime glory. I was wrong. I have never been more shaken - uprooted and anchored - than I am now, having lived through 23. the overtures of love that came from near and far at his behest. the overture to drown all others almost precisely halfway through as we renewed our vows to go all in on our dreams and therefore our lives. and now? stunned, again and again, by the miracle of him and the things he is doing, the miracle of him even being alive, the absolutely infuriating miracle of him beating me over the head with the wonders of my own stupid(ly) miraculous life. what is left to put into words? what love songs to write when I see a god I don't know and yet can't deny in his everyday eyes? what singular human creation could capture the vast humanity of faith? stephen hawking died, today-now-yesterday, and in doing so revived the eternal question of what the hell the point of all this might be and whether we get to think about it after we're too deep in the ground to do anything else. I've always wanted to believe, I think. I don't see any other reason why my adolescent body would walk willingly into the ghosts of Eden with my grandparents, my aunt, my cousins, read Genesis in the hotel room with my mother when I was six. talk to youth group leaders. ask questions. learn hymns. I was born with so much faith, it almost made me sick to have nothing to put it towards. I still don't know if god is there. I don't think anyone ever really does, deep down. but I know I thought of A in the same category as I thought of god, sacrilegious as that may sound. I couldn't see how it was possible for him to be real, but neither could I bring myself to conclude that he wasn't. someone to marvel at and wonder with. someone with whom to share the vision of life, the burden of eternity, the weightlessness of love. someone to believe in, a set of hands and bones in which to inter the heart of dreams. in that moment, I didn't just say yes to him. I said yes to the concept and reality of yes - I said yes to yes, to life, to myself, to him, to our children, canine and human alike, to death, to God. I know my voice was quiet but I felt it reverberate in the fabric of everything that is anything; in the core of my flowering faith. yes. yes. just over a year from now, we will be married. I may worry about a lot of things, but not that. I am so far past worrying about that. it's one of the only things that has me convinced I've actually grown quite a bit these last few years. marrying A will be flying, surely. I am so certain it stings the back of my eyes when I pause to consider the gravity of it. remember the 'game over' t-shirts we saw in department stores as a kid? remember the broken mothers and fathers who warned you with their dying bodies that it couldn't be done? well, you can burn all that, in memory and otherwise. because when I walk down the aisle, reaching the end will mean feeling more alive than I have ever felt. there's more. but I suppose it doesn't matter, relatively speaking, because it all started and ended and started again when he asked me a question and I said yes. we're a family. there are four of us, now. we live in California (though I'll always be from New York). my very own baby boy was born here, inseparable from his bonded sister. miracles beget more miracles; dreams fuel the miracle of life. I'm only 24. I don't know much. but I know love is the greatest of all miracles, and I know what - and who - I love. we're here. we live, breathe, eat, sleep, shit. cry. laugh, alone and together. hope, whether together or apart. our dreams are alive in the city of angels. our miracles are real. 

[dideriksenmcmahan40]

College Football Is The Most Passionate Of All Sports. Here Are 17 Reasons Why

These affirmations are what children want. They show that you care about them. I will show kids that are committed and have "bought in? to a coach. I saw it a lot with my own team. Guys who had some talent but felt they weren't getting a fair shot. They complained and grumbled. These guys hid when coaches put together special teams. It doesn't matter if they were afraid or felt that special teams were too much for them. They blew it. It wasn't much of a thrill for me on Saturday morning. The second didn't thrill me as much. Or the third. But after that, my mum brought home my first ever football kit, including the studded shoes. The magic happened instantly. Even after all these years, he still holds the Cleveland Browns' record for rushing yards in an individual season (1.863). A record like this has never been held by any other franchise in the league. Jim Brown also won the league MVP award three more times during his time with Cleveland. football player game It was at Manhasset High School that he became a football star and athletic legend.He earned 13 letters in his sports, including lacrosse, basketball, baseball, and running track.He loved the joy of playing these sports and continued to improve his skills.His natural ability and love for the games would prove to be the fuel that drove his life and his success.He wanted to play more and was eager and ready to go to college and possibly the pros.He was accepted to Syracuse University, and welcomed to the sports arenas. How do you stop kids like that? It makes sense to focus on the problem and devise a plan to limit these one-man shows. There is no single way to approach it, but there is one thing you will not want to do: lose the game in your minds. Let your defense know who will get the ball the most, where he will get it, and what his running style is. But don't overhype the man-child. Your players will begin to see the beast in you, and it will become more mythical. Your boys will become less effective on the football field if your players spend more time imagining this man child running over and through them. There are visit here and regional camps out there that can give you some great exposure. High school players go through drills and some camps have coaches from top programs.